One Year, After Cake

There has been a long lull in postings on this blog. Have I lost y'all yet? Let me beg you for forgiveness! Thanks for checking up on me and sticking with my ebbs and flows. I just hooked up my camera since we moved (in July, I know. That was way too many months ago.). Contrary to my regular habits over the past couple of years, it's been a fairly undocumented summer. Unfortunately, I didn't take any photos of us on our Long Island beach weekend in August, and Fady forgot the camera during our first US Open matches. And I never got a shot of us at Fady's first Mets game at Shea Stadium. But, here's that lovely moment I've been waiting for: 1 year old freezer-soaked wedding cake. For our first anniversary, after a very long seafood dinner, where we also had dessert, we came home to eat the cake. I remember, a year ago, this was the best tasting carrot cake my mother has ever made. But here, what remained was soggy and not so pleasing on the tongue (but, yes, Mom, you did wrap it very well--plastic wrap, tin foil and zip locks can only do so much). I loved eating it, still, the first time and the last. Here's why: